Posts Tagged ‘Mothers’

There’s a tall tree in mum’s garden

That needs chopping.

A Blackthorn

It and the Holly beside it

Spreading up up way beyond their bound

Blocking the light from the neighbours

Worrying my mum that someone may complain

Curly and I could not reach over far enough

That time we cut the hedge

But there’s a Blackbird that sings from that tree

He’s singing now

A Mistle Thrush, countless Tits

And the Blackbird and his mate

All in there

The Blackbird is singing

‘Yeooww woo

But isn’t it grand’



You can read more of Paul’s poems here and here – Well worth it!

It is too

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Can it be true
Is this what a man is
What is a man
What is it to be a man?
Belly forward,
Smart jacket,
Out the scowling door.
Son scuttling behind.
Son young enough still,
Young enough to briefly pause.
Time enough
At least,
To help his mother on with her cardigan.
This moment of weakness
My hope for his future
He followed his dad.
She swallowing her Grinding pain.
She wincing,
She taking it
Bearing it.
Sucking it up
Grimace after Grimace.
With small shuffling
Agonizing steps
Followed out.
Out the A&E door
Off into the night.
Would it be too much to expect more kindness?
A surfeit of kindness.
God but for a bit of kindness.

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